Jason Aldean – Dirt Road Anthem (Guitar)

          Bm                  A
Yeah, I'm chillin' on a dirt road,

          G                         D
Laid back swervin' like I'm George Jones.

       Bm                A
Smoke rollin' out the window,

                   G             D
An' ice cold beer sittin' in the console.

        Bm                A
Memory lane up in the headlights,

                 G                    D
It's got me reminiscing on them good times.

     Bm                   A    
I'm turning off of real life, drivin' that's right,

             G                  D
I'm hittin' easy street on mud tires.

Bm                                         
Back in the day Pott's farm was the place to go.

A
Load the truck up, hit the dirt road.

G                               
Jump the barbwire, spread the word.

D
Light the bonfire, then call the girls.

Bm                                
The king in the can and the Marlboro man.

A
Jack and gin were a few good men.

G                                               D
Where ya learned how to kiss and cuss and fight too.

Bm                                    A
And all this small town he said, she said,

G                                  D
Like I know something ya'll don't know,

Bm                                             
Ya better mind your business, man, watch your mouth,

A
Before I have to knock that loud mouth out.

G                                       
I'm tired of talkin, man, ya'll ain't listenin',

D
Them old dirt roads is what ya'll missin'.

      Bm                A
I'm chillin' on a dirt road.

          G                         D
Laid back swervin' like I'm George Jones.

       Bm                A
Smoke rollin' out the window,

                   G             D
An' ice cold beer sittin' in the console.

        Bm                A
Memory lane up in the headlights,

                 G                    D
It's got me reminiscing on them good times.

     Bm                    A    
I'm turning off of real life, drivin' that's right,

             G                  D
I'm hittin' easy street on mud tires.

Bm                                        
I sit back and think about them good ole days.

A
The way we were raised, and our southern ways,

G                            
And we like cornbread, and biscuits,

D
And if it's broke round here we fix it.

Bm                                
I can take ya'll where ya need to go,

A
Down to my hood, back in them woods.

G                                      
We do it different 'round here, that's right,

D
But we sure do it good, and we do it all night.

Bm                                   
See, if you really wanna know how it feels,

A
To get off the road with trucks and four wheels,

G                                  
Jump on in, and man, tell your friends,

D
We'll raise some hell where the blacktop ends.

      Bm                A
I'm chillin' on a dirt road.

          G                         D
Laid back swervin' like I'm George Jones.

       Bm                A
Smoke rollin' out the window,

                   G             D
An' ice cold beer sittin' in the console.

        Bm                A
Memory lane up in the headlights,

                 G                    D
It's got me reminiscing on them good times.

     Bm                   A    
I'm turning off of real life, drivin' that's right,

             G                  D
I'm hittin' easy street on mud tires.

      Bm                A
I'm chillin' on a dirt road.

          G                         D
Laid back swervin' like I'm George Jones.

       Bm                A
Smoke rollin' out the window,

                   G             D
An' ice cold beer sittin' in the console.

        Bm                A
Memory lane up in the headlights,

                 G                    D
It's got me reminiscing on them good times.

     Bm                    A    
I'm turning off of real life, drivin' that's right,

             G                  D
I'm hittin' easy street on mud tires.